Fic: Queer as Folk: So Come and Dance With Me 22/? Part 2
"So I think I'm going to have to hire a baking apprentice," Emmett finished. "Although I really don't know where I'll find someone hot and talented enough."
Michael nodded absently, his gaze fixed on the dance floor, searching.
"Looking for Mr. Right?" Emmett teased. "I thought yours was in China."
Michael didn't respond. His gaze shifted to the door and he stared across the pulsing dance floor. He leaned back against the bar and let out a long, longing sigh.
"He is," Ted snapped. He peered at Michael with concern.
Michael ignored them both. He lifted his beer to his lips but didn't taste anything. Why had he insisted he could work a few hours? Why had he insisted Brian go to that meeting with Nike? Why weren't they at the loft right now, in bed together? What if Brian didn't show? What if Brian wanted someone else? What if that thing with Justin really pissed him off? What if-
"Hello?" Emmett asked, waving his hand in front of Michael's face.
Michael blinked and pulled his attention back to Emmett. "Sorry. I'm uh... distracted tonight."
"You look positively flushed," Emmett said. "Hard day at work?"
"Hard something," Ted muttered.
Michael turned his head to look at Ted, frowning.
Ted gave Michael a worried look, pouting.
Emmett huffed out a sigh. "Fine. Ignore me."
"Sorry, Em," Ted said.
"Well, how was your day?" Emmett asked Ted. His gaze fixed to a half-dressed man that walked by, then snapped back to Ted's face.
Ted shrugged. "Weird," he said. His gaze shifted back down Michael's body. He reached out, gripping the sleeve of Michael's tight, soft black t-shirt. "I haven't seen this in a while."
"You're right!" Emmett exclaimed, He tilted his head. "And those jeans! Are those new?"
Michael shifted under their scrutiny. "Um, I just haven't gotten a chance to wear them before."
"Well, you look very hot," Emmett said with a smile. "You'll leave everyone hungry, and go back home to call your honey!"
"Or something," Ted muttered.
Michael huffed out a sigh. He shut his eyes and shook his head, turning to face the bar. He peered down at his empty beer. "Or something." He tore at the label on the beer bottle, suddenly feeling stupid for his attire. Even Ted had noticed his effort, which meant it was too much, which meant if anything Brian would laugh at him. That was if Brian showed up.
Michael frowned down at the beer bottle, shaking his head a little. No, he reminded himself. Brian would show. Brian would show. Brian would-
"Well, someone looks confident tonight," Emmett said with an amused tone.
Michael lifted his head and turned, watching as the crowed of bodies parted just enough to let Brian Kinney strut through. He wore his black, sleeveless silk top, and his tight $600 jeans that hugged the curve of his ass and showed off the bulge in his pants nicely. With each step, men stopped to stare.
Michael exhaled and tried to breathe in again, but his chest didn't want to expand.
Brian's hazel eyes flashed as the overhead lights hit them, and then his gaze landed on Michael.
Michael stood up straight, feeling an electric pulse shoot down his spine. His mouth went dry as he felt Brian's gaze run down his body, then back up.
"Hey," Brian's voice rumbled in a pleased purr as he reached them.
"Hello-" Emmett began.
Brian shoved Emmett aside and put his arm on the bar on one side of Michael, leaning into him closely.
Michael let Brian press his their bodies together, and Brian's hazel eyes narrowed as he leered down at Michael.
Michael swallowed hard, feeling his skin warm under Brian's gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but he hadn't expected this, this behavior he'd only seen Brian display towards other people.
"You look hot," Brian purred. He ducked his head, brushing his lips against Michael's ear. "Did you dress that way for me?"
Michael's eyes fluttered and he rested his hands on Brian's hips. "Maybe," he let out a soft whisper.
Brian chuckled against Michael's ear, then slipped an arm around him, turning to face Ted and Emmett. "Pardon us."
Michael opened his mouth to say something, to get rid of the confused look on Emmett's face and the irritated one on Ted's, but Brian pulled him away into the sea of bodies.
"Where did you get those jeans?" Brian purred against Michael's ear, pulling their bodies flush against each other as they stopped in the center of the dance floor.
"I got them ages ago," Michael mumbled. "I just never..."
"Got the guts to wear them?" Brian asked, a playful smirk on his face. His arms slid over Michael's shoulders.
Michael flushed, glancing around as people stared at them.
"Hey," Brian said, tilting his head to block Michael's view. "I'm supposed to the center of attention. Who the fuck are you checking out?"
Michael looked back up at Brian and rested his hands on Brian's hips as they swayed. "I guess I forgot how much people stare."
Brian blinked once, then ducked his head, resting their foreheads together. "They always stare at us."
Michael shut his eyes, enjoying the physical connection. "They used to." He sighed softly, his awareness of the crowd fading away as Brian's arms circled his body, pulling him closer, until their dance was just two bodies grinding together.
"Mm," Brian hummed into Michael's ear, ducking his head. "They're staring because you're so fucking hot."
Michael smiled, pressing his face into Brian's chest, shivering at the pleasure of his dick grinding against Brian as they moved. "I'm not the one-"
A hand rested firmly on Michael's ass, and his eyes opened wide, his body stiffening.
"Hey!" Brian snapped, jerking Michael away from the other man. "Fuck off," he growled.
The man snorted, leering at Brian. "There's plenty of ass here for you, lemme have this one."
Michael flushed red and was thankful for the millionth time for the darkness of Babylon.
"Fuck," Brian growled again. "Off."
"Threesome?" the man asked.
Brian opened his mouth to reply, but Michael stepped forward.
"Not interested," he said. He looked directly into the man's eyes, his voice firm.
The tall man with the muscular form that would, admittedly, usually catch Michael's eye frowned and took a step away. "Fine," he spat. "Didn't think Kinney went for average looking tricks, though."
Michael's face flushed darker and he glared after the other man.
Brian's arms circled him and pulled him backwards against his body, Brian's dick pressing through their clothes against Michael's ass. "Guess you don't need me to protect you."
Michael smiled, leaning his head back to rest on Brian's shoulder. "Sure I do."
"Besides," Brian mumbled, his lips pressing small kisses against the back of Michael's neck. "You're anything but average."
Michael rolled his eyes. "You don't have to flatter me to get in my pants, you know."
Brian snorted, nipping Michael's neck. "I don't flatter. I tell the truth."
Michael's smile widened and he pressed back against Brian's body, their hips moving as one, Brian's dick grinding against Michael. He bit his lower lip, eyes open just enough to see people glance their way with jealousy.
For once, he was the one Brian was dancing with, he was the one Brian would be taking home, or...
Brian ran his tongue up the back of Michael's neck.
"Ah!" Michael gasped. He reached back to wipe it away, but Brian caught his hand and blew on the wet mark instead. "Nn!" Michael shivered.
Brian turned Michael again, then pulled him back against his body. His arms circled Michael, one hand resting on his ass, the other on the small of his back. He grinned a slow grin.
Michael swallowed hard as Brian's gaze ran down his body again, full of unhidden lust. "This... isn't even dancing..."
Brian ground harder against Michael by pulling him closer with the hand on his ass. He ducked his head, leering into Michael's eyes. "This is how I dance with people I'm going to take home."
"You don't have to take me home," Michael whispered before he could stop himself.
Brian frowned, tilting his head.
"We could... I mean..." Michael's jaw dropped and he sucked in a gasp of air, trying to form the words. "N-never mind," he said, looking away. His gaze shifted over the crowd and rested on the entrance to the back room. "Too much to drink."
Brian stopped swaying, stopped his slow molestation of Michael's body. His gaze followed Michael's and he arched his eyebrows.
Michael looked up and realized he'd been caught. "I mean, uh-"
"You wanna?" Brian asked, expression unreadable.
Mouth open, Michael shook his head slowly. "Wanna what?" he squeaked.
Brian snorted. He ducked his head and gave Michael a long, lusty look. "You wanna go to the back room, Mikey? Want me to fuck you in front of everyone?"
Michael's breaths came in sharp gasps and his dry mouth couldn't form words. "I..."
Brian didn't move, just stared into him, seeming to read his every thought.
"No!" Michael shook his head. "Of course not. That's... I don't..." he pulled away and started heading to the bar, humiliation throbbing in his head.
"Mikey," Brian laughed, grabbing his wrist and following him. "Don't be shy," he teased.
"Shut up!" Michael shouted. Suddenly the magic was gone, suddenly he was just Brian's friend again, the one he could tease and frustrate and never take seriously.
"You two looked very..." Emmett began. He peered at Brian suspiciously. "Hot, out there."
"Beer," Michael grunted at the bar tender.
Brian circled Michael's body with his arms, pulling the smaller man back against himself.
Michael reached for his beer and sipped it, feeling Brian's strong arms holding him, waiting with patience only Brian had for him.
"I saw that hottie hit on you," Emmett said, watching them as he sipped his cosmo. "Why didn't you give him a chance?"
"Because he's with me," Brian responded.
Michael shot Emmett a wide-eyed look. "We planned to hang out tonight, I-"
"Oh," Emmett said, peering at them. "I thought it was because you're married."
Michael winced, gritting his teeth. He lifted his beer to his lips and began to chug.
"Okay," Brian said, reaching for the beer and pulling it from Michael's grasp. "That's enough, or I won't be able to have my way with you."
"Stop teasing him, Brian," Emmett snapped.
"Mind your own business, Honeycutt," Brian snapped back. He gently turned Michael around, trapping him between the bar and his body with an arm on either side of him. He arched his eyebrow and tilted his head, waiting.
Michael swallowed hard and stared up at him, shoulders raised, head ducked, humiliation spreading across his cheeks.
Brian's expression softened. He lifted a hand to run through Michael's hair.
Michael shut his eyes and sighed, the tenderness of Brian's touch melting away his embarrassment.
Brian placed a soft kiss on Michael's right temple, then whispered into his ear. "My bed is where I want you. All to myself."
Michael couldn't help but gasp and his fingers grasped Brian's silk shirt, the fabric slippery and soft.
"Okay, what's going on?" Emmett asked.
Michael's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head to give Emmett a drunk-on-Brian stare. "Huh?"
"I haven't seen the two of you behave like this since..."
"Why don't you go find someone to fuck you instead of fixating on us," Brian said, rolling his eyes. "Drama queen."
Emmett shrugged, looking back over the crowd. "Not bad advice."
"No, let's all just go to Woody's!" Ted said, stepping closer, trying to distract Michael from Brian's eyes. "Okay? Emmett? Michael?"
"Woody's? Now? It's a bit late," Emmett said, considering.
"Come on, we never all hang out anymore!" Ted insisted. He reached for Michael's arm.
Brian swiftly tugged Michael back, out of Ted's reach. Michael stumbled a little, finding it difficult to get his footing when Brian was holding him like that, after Brian said words like that to him.
"Brian!" Ted snapped.
"Theodore," Brian growled. "Mikey's tired. We're leaving."
"Michael can speak for himself!" Ted insisted.
"Uh, ladies?" Emmett interjected, peering at them suspiciously. "What the hell is going on?"
"Mikey wants to go home with me, don't you, Mikey?" Brian purred just loud enough for Ted to overhead, nuzzling his face into Michael's black hair, his gaze fixed on Ted with a smirk.
"Ah," Michael gasped. "Y-yeah." He blinked hard, trying to think of something to say, something that would wipe Ted's look of disappointment away. But then Brian's lips brushed over his ear, and his mind went blank again.
"What did you give him?" Emmett asked, folding his arms. "Are you getting him high again now that his honey isn't here to stop you?"
Brian snorted. "I'll have you know the only thing he's high on is me."
"What does that even mean?" Emmett asked, wrinkling his nose. "Teddy, what does that mean?"
"It means someone's a conceited asshole," Ted growled.
"It does?" Emmett asked. He sipped his cosmo, watching them. "I don't get it."
"I'm... I'm fine, Teddy," Michael managed to get out as Brian's left hand slid down his back to run over his ass, gripping him tightly. "I'll call you tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow," Brian said. He smirked at Ted, then tugged Michael away from their friends.
"Michael!" Ted shouted after them.
Michael opened his mouth to say something, when he felt Brian's hand take his. He turned to see how his fingers linked with Brian's long, delicate ones. He clutched the other man's hand and let him guide them out of the club and into the cool night air.
***
Michael laughed flirtatiously as they stepped into the loft. He smiled and watched as Brian slid the door shut behind them and approached Michael with narrowed eyes.
"Now, where were we?" Brian smirked and leered at Michael.
Sucking in a sharp breath, Michael shivered and looked up into Brian's dark hazel eyes. "We-"
"Oh, that's right," Brian said, arching an eyebrow. "We were discussing why you suddenly want to venture into the back room."
Michael felt his body warm with embarrassment and he flinched. "No, you were kissing me, and-"
"And I want to know the truth." Brian folded his arms and waited.
Michael licked his lips, feeling his heart race and humiliation spread over him. "I don't. I don't wanna do that."
"Mmhmm," Brian arched an eyebrow.
"I told you, I don't want anyone to know... yet!" Michael fumbled with his words. "And even if I did... I don't... I mean...."
Brian waited.
Michael's gaze fixed on Brian's face and he felt his body shiver again. Being leered at by Brian Kinney was hot, even in times like this. "It's not that. I mean, I've done it before, but I didn't like it, but I just..." he inhaled deeply, then spat the words out as fast as he could. "You-like-it-so-I-kinda-thought-I'd-like-it-and-I-kinda-had-this-fantasy-I-mean-you're-just-so-kinky-and-I-haven't-really-done..."
Brian blinked a slow blink.
Michael groaned, turning around, walking quickly to the front door. "I'll just go."
Brian's arms grabbed Michael from behind and yanked him back, trapping him against his body. "Mm." His breath sent shivers down Michael's neck. "Kinky, huh?"
"I... I don't... I mean..." Michael felt his body begin to tremble. With Brian's body pressed against his lust surged through him, but humiliation mixed with it.
"Is bondage the only thing you've tried?" Brian asked, his voice suddenly low and close to Michael's ear.
Michael sucked in a sharp breath and squeezed his eyes shut. "Y-yeah. Just... my wrists..."
"What about toys?" Brian's breath came in hot puffs of air against Michael's ear.
"I..." Michael forced the words to form, his body trembling uncontrollably now, and getting worse.
"I know you have dildos," Brian purred. "What about vibrators?"
Michael exhaled a sharp breath, then shook his head.
A hesitation followed, then Brian's arms tightened around Michael's middle and he pulled him close, grinding against his ass. "We'll start there." His voice rumbled with lust.
"No, we can just-" Michael began to say, not even sure what his words were about to be.
Brian turned Michael around, gripping his hips, staring down into his eyes unblinkingly. Brian pursed his lips and tilted his head. "If you're so kinky, why haven't you done more?"
"I..." Michael forced the words from his mouth. "I never trusted anyone." Michael lips parted and he exhaled a shaky breath. He flinched when Brian raised his hand, then softly exhaled when Brian's fingertips brushed over his lips.
"Do you trust me?"
"Yes," Michael breathed without thinking. He rested trembling hands on Brian's arms.
Brian ducked his head, pressing his lips to Michael's, kissing him breathless.
Michael let Brian guide him towards the steps that led to his bed. He managed to walk backwards up them as Brian led him towards the bed; he had practice now. He gasped when he felt the bed behind him, and Brian broke the kiss.
"No games," Brian said. "Not yet." He grabbed Michael's shirt and yanked it off over his head.
"Huh?" Michael asked, blinking, feeling drunk and high at the same time.
"No means no," Brian said. He unbuttoned his own shirt, letting it slip to the floor.
"Doesn't it always-" Michael mumbled, completely confused as to why Brian was suddenly talking linguistics. But he was cut off when Brian pushed him back onto the mattress.
"Roll over," Brian purred.
Michael swallowed hard. "What are you-"
Brian reached over the side of the bed. His hand grasped something, then retrieved it. He held the thick, smooth, black vibrator before Michael's face.
Michael's eyes widened and he began to tremble again. "N-no, we don't have to... you can..."
Brian's smirk spread slowly and a predatory look came over his face. "We don't have to," he mused. "But it's so much fun."
Michael exhaled, trying to form words, but no noise escaped from his lips.
"Now roll over," Brian purred, releasing Michael long enough for him to comply.
Michael whimpered softly and pressed his face into a pillow, carefully lowering his stomach to the mattress.
Brian grasped the waist of Michael's pants and reached around, unbuttoning them and slipping the jeans down and off his body.
"Now just stay still," Brian's voice said from behind him.
Michael gasped when he heard the soft hum of a vibrator and arched his back a little, his dick throbbing at the contact with Brian's expensive silk sheets.
Brian chuckled and pressed the tip of it to Michael's spine, just between his shoulders.
"Ah!" Michael gasped.
"Can't believe you've never played with one of these," Brian said, his voice low and dripping with desire. "But I'm more than happy to be the one to break you in."
Michael fisted his hands in the sheets and arched his back, unable to stop himself, as Brian dragged the vibrator down his spine, the sensations sending shocks of electricity through his body.
The vibrator silenced for a moment as Brian grasped Michael's thighs and pushed his legs in, forcing his ass into the air.
"Good," Brian whispered to him. "Now stay there."
Michael breathed in soft gasps, turning his head so he could look back and see Brian's form behind him. He flushed with shame at being exposed like this to his life-long crush.
Brian stroked a drop of lubricant onto the black vibrator before turning it back on. "Ready?"
Michael gasped in a breath, but found he couldn't put together the words. He nodded, rocking his hips back without being able to stop himself.
Brian lifted the vibrator as it hummed, and pressed the tip of it to Michael's entrance.
"Ah!" Michael jerked his hips, squeezing the sheets tightly and yanking on them.
Brian chuckled, grasping Michael's hip with his left hand. He held him steady, then began to push the smooth, thick vibrator into him, slowly but steadily.
"Ah... ah..." Michael let out small gasps and whimpers, his ass tightening around the intruder as it hummed, sending shudders of pleasure through his body.
Brian leaned over Michael's prostrate body, his dick pressed against Michael's thigh as he pushed the vibrator the rest of the way in, angling it for just the right spot.
"Ah!" Michael screamed. His ass tightened and he arched his back.
Brian yanked the vibrator back, then pushed it in again, but not as deeply. He began sliding it in and out of Michael's ass at a slow pace.
"Brian," Michael moaned. Every other word escaped his mind and he rocked his hips back against the sensation that continued to build in his body.
"Fuck," Brian growled. He shifted his body behind Michael, then jerked Michael's thighs together tightly.
"Wha-"
"Mmm," Brian moaned, leaning over Michael's body. He breathed hot breath on the back of Michael's neck and rocked against him, his dick trapped between Michael's thighs.
"Ohh," Michael moaned, feeling the bare skin of Brian's cock so close to his ass. Meanwhile, he rocked back against the sensation of the vibrator, which Brian continued to fuck him with in deep, sure strokes.
"Yeah," Brian growled against the back of Michael's neck. His hips jerked faster and the vibrator sunk deeper with each thrust.
"I... Brian, I-" Michael gasped loudly, whimpering and tightening his ass, trying to hold back, trying to last just a little longer.
"Now," Brian growled. He thrust the vibrator into Michael hard, pressing it directly onto the spot he knew would send Michael over the edge.
"Ah!" Michael gasped, his eyes shutting, his body trembling as it tensed. He whimpered Brian's name, or something that sounded like it, coming hard as the vibrator intensified his orgasm, making it last longer, coming in deeper and deeper waves.
Brian's fingers dug into Michael's hips as he released the vibrator, leaving it deep within the smaller man's body. He thrust again, again, then exhaled sharply as he came against Michael's body.
Michael moaned, writhing beneath him.
Panting, Brian forced his eyes to stay open. He felt as his dick began to soften, and he pulled back, tilting his head to stare at the wet, sticky mess on Michael's thighs and ass.
"Brian," Michael moaned again. He wriggled, whimpering, flushed.
Brian lifted his right hand and clicked off the vibrator. He pulled it out in a long, smooth motion.
"Ah!" Michael gasped when it slid out. He trembled, collapsing to the bed, barely missing his wet spot.
"Well?" Brian's voice asked, rough and low. He lay down next to Michael on his other side, too exhausted to change the sheets. "How was that?"
Michael could only moan, sounding so perversely happy that he embarrassed himself.
Brian wrapped an arm around Michael's body, yanking him close. "Glad you enjoyed yourself."
Michael huffed out a humiliated moan, pressing his face against Brian's chest.
Brian snorted. "Seriously? You're this shy?"
"I'm not shy!" Michael demanded, jerking away from him.
Eyebrow arched, Brian said nothing.
"I'm not! I'm..."
"Vanilla?"
"I am not!" Michael said, affronted. He sat up, yanking a pillow into his lap. "We just-"
Brian smirked a slow, lazy smirk, watching him with amusement twinkling in his eyes. "I wouldn't think one session with a vibrator makes you a sex fiend after a life of vanilla fucks," he said.
Michael's face flushed red and he jerked away, moving towards the edge of the bed.
"Hey!" Brian grabbed his arm, yanking him back.
Michael land on his back, staring up at Brian with a look of utter humiliation.
Brian looked down at him, tongue in cheek.
"I'm not... usually... I mean..." He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, then let out a long, slow sigh. "It's you."
Brian snorted. "I believe it's supposed to be, 'it's me, NOT you."
Michael shook his head, eyes still shut. "It's you. When you touch me, it's..."
Brian ducked his head, letting their foreheads bump gently.
Michael opened his eyes and grasped Brian's arms, holding him close. "It's different with you."
Brian sucked in a sharp breath, then exhaled slowly. "You, too," he admitted.
Michael's eyes widened and he said nothing, staring up at the man above him.
"I'm tired. Are you tired?" Brian asked, changing the subject abruptly, glancing away.
Michael blinked, startled out of his haze. "I'm not vanilla," he said again. "I've always wanted to..." Michael huffed out a frustrated sigh. "Everybody treats me like a damn kid. And when they don't, I..." Michael glanced away, shrugging a little. "They weren't the ones I wanted to do those things with."
Brian blinked a slow blink. "Well," he mumbled. "If we're confessing, I'm glad you've only had vanilla sex." He pressed his lips lightly to Michael's, tasting his breath. "I want to be the one to break you in." A playful smirk danced across his features.
Michael flushed a dark red. "Stop it!"
"Stop what?" Brian asked, eyebrows arched, an innocent expression on his face.
"Stop... stop flirting with me!" Michael said.
Brian snorted. "I never have, and never will stop flirting with you," he said,. "And you've never complained about it until now."
"It's worse now!" Michael insisted. He wriggled beneath Brian, shoving at him playfully. "You're just trying to make me blush!"
"I don't have to try, you do it on your own," Brian replied.
"Shut up!" Michael laughed.
"What if I like making you blush?" Brian arched an eyebrow.
Michael snorted. "Then you're a controlling jerk."
"But you already knew that." Brian's eyes sparkled with a wicked gleam. "In fact, I think you like how... controlling I am. Next time you can pick a safe word."
Michael brought his hands to his face, covering it, and groaned. "My face is going to be red forever," he moaned.
"That's not a no," Brian teased, tugging his hands away to look down at him.
Michael huffed in disapproval, trying to pull his wrists out of Brian's grasp. "You're really not making fun of me?"
"Making fun of-" Brian tsk'd in disapproval. "I never-"
"Yes you do!" Michael interrupted him, knowing he was about to deny his constant teasing.
Brian's grin softened and he held Michael's wrists firmly at his sides. "I happen to think you're incredibly hot, as I believe I've told you since you were fourteen."
Michael tried to repress a pleased grin.
"And as for sex," Brian said, smirking. "The fact that no one's ever really," he hesitated to lick his lips, "fucked you properly doesn't bother me. I always wanted to be the first one to have you, anyway."
Michael's eyes widened and he froze.
Brian opened his mouth, then shut it. He released Michael's wrists, sitting back.
"That's," Michael mumbled, staring up at him. "Really hot."
Brian huffed out a laugh, then stretched and settled onto the mattress next to him, wrapping an arm around Michael and pulling him close.
Michael shut his eyes and rested his head against Brian's chest, listening to the soft, regular thump of his heartbeat. "And kinda sweet."
Brian's chest jerked a little in response, but he said nothing. He lay still, and Michael wasn't sure if he'd fallen asleep, or just didn't want to answer.
***
Justin knocked on the door to the loft, humming an off-key tune he'd heard on the radio. He tapped on the door again, then waited another moment.
"Maybe he's at work," Justin mumbled, pulling out his key. "If he went in early."
Darkness filled the loft, no lights were on. Justin flicked on the kitchen light and glanced around the silent living room. "Damn," he mumbled. "Now I'll have to take the bus to Kinnetik." He leaned against the kitchen counter, considering. "But if I'm here already," he mused, "I might as well borrow a joint. Brian won't mind."
Justin stepped forward, his sneakers squeaking softly against the polished floor. He hummed more, skipping up the first two steps, then he froze.
"Shit, sorry," Justin whispered, flinching. He froze, waiting to see if the men before him would stir.
Brian's body lay in bed spread out, one leg sticking out from under the sheets. His right arm, however, was wrapped firmly around Michael's body.
Justin's chest tightened a little, but he felt himself grin despite it when Michael's form shifted under the covers and snuggled closer to Brian, the tips of their noses brushing. The silk sheets slipped from Michael's hip and fluttered down from his body.
Justin pursed his lips and considered. He glanced around, as if someone might catch him, then he shrugged. He'd never pass up a chance to check out Brian naked, especially when the other man didn't know. Even now, it gave him a perverse thrill. He took the last step up to the bedroom and lightly walked to Michael's side of the bed, where he could best see Brian's face.
Justin swallowed a giggle, feeling very immature and ridiculous, and reached the side of the bed. His smile froze, his eyes widened, and his chest tightened.
Michael lay on one side, his ass exposed, and the tell-tale signs of drying come on his ass and thighs.
Justin sucked in a breath and stared, his stomach turning.
"Mmm," Michael murmured, nuzzling his face closer to Brian's.
"They did it," he whispered. He blinked rapidly, then took a quick step back. "They did it raw." He turned and jumped down from the steps, running back towards the front door. He slid the metal wall open, then slammed it shut behind himself, running down the stairs as if a pack of wolves were on his heels, trying to escape the shock that would slam into him and throw him off balance.